"They should be in the Caller's chambers, somewhere," he says, leading the way to them.

    The vampires turn around, walk to the mages, and bow. "We will uphold our end of the bargain," says #3, even though Lenna (#1) doesn't look very pleased. "No innocents will ever be killed by us again. Thank you for helping us exact our revenge."

...man, this makes him very uncomfortable. He just nods, not knowing what to say, and watches them leave.

"I still do not trust them," says Erandur.

"See, my memories of vampires would agree with you. But... I just don't think people being inherently evil is a coherent concept, I guess. I want to believe in their capacity for... good."

"...that's very idealistic. I don't think it's realistic."

"Found them!" calls Orthorn from the other room. He returns with them and offers them to Ruby. "She was most interested in the one about historical Conjuration practices, but I think all three of them had something she wanted to know."

Including one called The Night of Tears, which is the name given to the sack of Saarthal. That's probably the one Urag meant. Speaking of... "You know, Urag told me you destroyed the copies of the one of these books that had them. He asked me to hurt you before I killed you."

He blanches. "I—"

"Don't come back to the College. At least for now. You will have a bad time."

He swallows dryly and nods. "I, I guess I'll go, then," he says, and runs off.

Ruby lets out a breath and walks over to a corner that doesn't have any blood or corpses to sit down.

"...yeah."

"What these people did... I wish I could say I cannot understand. But I was raised by priests of Vaermina."

"I don't know if inherent evil exists... but this. This does. Evil that people choose. I wish we could ask the Caller why, but I guess... the obvious answer is probably the true one."

"The obvious answer?"

Shrug. "Power. You don't need to be crazy or corrupted by Daedra. It's just, you know. Some people suck."

"...let us leave this place. 'Twill do us no good to stay here overlong."

"Yeah. Yeah, we..." He sighs and stands up. "Need to go to Whiterun. I have something to return to someone."

Trek to Whiterun

"Oh, you're back! With my ring, I trust?" says Ysolda.

"Yeah. Here it is."

And she can give him back the book, then peer over his shoulder. "And who are your friends? More mages?"

"—yeah. This is Onmund, from the College, and this is Erandur, priest of Mara."

"Priest of Mara? Huh. There was a wandering priestess here not a sennight ago, what a coincidence."

"Was there? Did you catch her name?"

"No, I didn't. She was blind, is why it stuck to mind, and had a bodyguard walking with her."